A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

But something unexpected happened to the monk!

Though the ten wires did not have holes through the golden phantom, all of a sudden the red light flashed, turning into a thick red chain, lightning circled, bound the golden phantom to death.

The monk saw this, first as a fool, then raised his hand without thinking and bounced into the air.

A white sword flashed out of his fingertips and headed straight for the chain.

After a crisp sound of joy, the red light intertwined slightly, the sword light was blown away, just an immunity to cut out the size of the bean grain on the heavy fire chain, it could not be completely cut open.

This time, the silver monk's face sank.

He saw the three colored flamingos and purple waves opposite him sweeping forward and backwards. In a hurry, he suddenly stepped on the white lotus under his foot, whilst making a long dragon roar in his mouth, his arms coagulating outward by a point.

The giant golden shadow felt the anxiety in the monk's heart, suddenly the whole body of golden light amplified, and the huge body suddenly rose by half, becoming seven or eight huge, one pair to instantly break the fire chain.

But then something very heavy happened to the monk.

The fire chain grew as the Vajra became bigger and bigger, showing no signs of strength.

The monk's hands pinched again, and the golden phantom was in the spirit light, suddenly shrinking and doubling down. The chain of fire also narrowed and narrowed, as if it were a maggot of bones, wrapped in the shadow of the dead, unable to escape.

This time, the silver monk's face really changed dramatically.

When he saw the tri-colored firebird flying nearby, he couldn't help but hurry to throw the jade bottle into the air.

After a circle of silver bottles, the flamingos of the bottle were pointed straight at the flying birds, and the silver light dropped loudly. A sound of Sanskrit was emitted in the bottle, and the seven-colored Buddha light burst out of the bottle's mouth and went straight towards the three-coloured flamingos of the opposite side.

Firebirds sprayed tri-colored flames in their mouths. They also wanted to break the Buddha's light and fly to the top of the head of the Silver Robe monk in one breath.

Then one of the two parties contacted, the Buddha luminous flowed and amplified, the seven colors of spiritual light kept spinning, wrapped the firebird in it, went back a roll, and ingested into the bottle. The whole process was as light as a cloud, and it seemed like this bottle was a tri-colored firebird's star!

The monk in the silver robe saw this, the color of the divine color was only loose, but immediately flushed the silver bottle in the air a little bit.

Under this tremor, a large bouquet of Buddha light erupted again. The target was a purple wave that rolled right after the flamingo.

Looks like he intends to use the treasure and also put the violet fire together in the bottle.

But at this moment, the opposite side of the door was a faint “explosion” word exit, originally suspended in the silver vial in front of it suddenly shaking violently, the surface of the bottle uneven, at the same time in the early silver light flash, there was a burst of noise in the bottle as if it were muddled thunder, and the sound was getting louder.

“Bad!”

The monk in the silver robe was startled to sweep the silver bottle with his mind, and then he discovered something amazing and disappeared. Then he saw the high priest of the Thunder Pronunciation, under his feet the white lotus waved again, and the man flashed on the lotus and disappeared.

Only in the void were left slowly spinning large lotus flowers and trapped golden shadows above.

And while this monk gold cicada shelled off, the silver vial flashed in spiritual light, making a shocking noise, completely bursting open.

A round of tri-color halos appeared in the void where the silver screen disappeared!

The tri-color runes slightly, the halo volume rises several times, and the White Lotus and Vajra are completely submerged.

The golden phantom was trapped in the air by a circle of fire chains and could not move to escape. Thus, although the phantom was slightly supported in the tri-colored flame, it still “pounded” and dissolved as if it were a bubble, turning into nothing. As for the white lotus, it is even more impossible. As soon as it is covered by a tri-colored flame, it will be vaporized.

In another place beyond the thirty, the white light flashed and the silver monk appeared. But the moment Vajra's phantom was extinguished, his face suddenly grew pale several times. One mouth actually sprayed a small bite of fine blood, while his pale golden skin faded a lot, damaging a lot of appearance of energy.

The Vajra phantom is like the magic treasure of life. It has a lot to do with the blood of Qi Zheng Shen!

Han Li's expressionless hand rushed, and the direction of the purple fire rolled in the back changed. At once, he hallucinated a ten-length purple python, with white beads pounding on the escaped silver monk.

Before it hit the monk, the cold wind rose in the vicinity, and the temperature dropped to the extreme, giving people a strange feeling of condensation in all directions of space.

The monk in the silver robe flashed a white light underneath his feet, illusioning in the sky another flower and the previous general no two lotus flowers, his legs did not move, but after flashing several times on the lotus, he backed off a little more than ten husbands, and at the same time a bitter laugh was emitted in his mouth:

“Stop it! You don't have to try it. Han Daoyou really has great talent. Old Ganbai is a downwind! ”

The silver monk and Han Li officially fought each other like this, and he took the initiative to admit that he had lost. At the same time, his eyes stared at the place where the silver screen had been destroyed in the air. It was a pity that he couldn't help but feel full.

That silver screen was a Buddha's top treasure that he had so hard to get, it was really depressing to him that it was destroyed in all the consultations. How dare you continue to fight?

Not to mention, although neither of the parties appeared to be doing their best, Han Li Shentong clearly appeared on it. He was injured in energy and naturally did not want to continue to fight.

Han Li heard this, his eyes flashed for a few moments, and smiled and waved away.

When the purple python stood still, it rolled over and turned into a group. The purple flame disappeared. Only the white bead dripped and floated in the air. Then, under the urging of Han Lixing, the treasure and the original chain of fire, which was also restored to the form of firewire, lasered back.

The two treasures finally flashed a few times, and just momentarily disappeared into Han Li's body.

Han Li punched the monk across the street with both hands. After peacefully saying "give in”, the person slowly fell.

At the Palace Gate, welcoming the nature of Han Li is the eyes full of awe.

Though he was also an archbishop, Han Li Fang made a serious move and so easily injured Yuanzhi monk. I'm afraid everyone below, including the bitter ones, was very unexpected.

Even the flaming bamboo monks who look like teenagers can't help but reveal a slight unnatural colour after a pair of eyes on Han at this moment, and there is no previous appearance.

“The battle between the two Daoists really opened my eyes. I wish I had a day to advance to this realm! Since Han Daoyou won, the master of this pavilion will naturally not lose his word with others, I will ask someone to take the secret of the refining of the ring space.” Although the Silver Cloak monk was no match for Han Li, the Master of the Tianjin Palace smiled and did not have the slightest sense of frustration. Instead, he prompted Han Li to raise the matter without waiting for him to say it.

“Then there will be the Lord of the Pavilion.” Han Li replied with a smile.

In his bitter mouth, he even said "should”, immediately took a token from his body and handed it over to a friar of knots beside him, carefully ordered a few words.

The man immediately left with a token in his hands and rushed straight to the ground below.

In addition to this half-sky astronomical palace, there are naturally plenty of pavilions and pavilions on the ground, an exquisite beauty, hidden from the public. But these people seem to have been commanded long ago, and even after the Great Brotherhood War between Han Li and the Silver Robe monks, no one dared to show up.

The person who flew away with the token disappeared from a loft below.

Han Li's eyes only retracted. At this time, after a slight breath in the air, the silver monk also fell from the sky. He was taking a white medicine bottle out of his sleeve and pouring out a fire-red pill and taking it down his belly.

“Master Yuanzhi, are you all right?” Han Li naturally greeted him.

“Nothing, just take Dan's medicine and rest for a few months. Han Daoyou, the feather fan in your hand, is not an ordinary treasure. I, the Golden Body of Luohan, pay my self and hit it with the top magic treasure, it won't be a big deal. But it doesn't stop this fan from hitting lightly. It doesn't look like a real Lingbao, it should be a replica of some Lingbao. With this fan in hand, I'm afraid few people in the world dare take a hard hit from friends.” Yuanzhi Monk saw Han Liwang coming, but the archbishop of Thunder Pronunciation smiled at him uncomfortably. He seemed not to care at all about what was hurting Han Li's hand, but rather asked in a delightful manner.

“The master has such a good eye. This treasure is indeed a replica of Lingbao.” Han Li said with a chuckle, not concerned.

The monk in the silver robe heard that a smile appeared on his otherwise indifferent face, and when he asked what other words he wanted to say, the bitterness next to him took over first.

“Two Daoists, what can I say in detail in the palace, and I just got a bottle of the ancient spiritual wine 'Jin Long Jin‘. It is said that a sip of ordinary monks is enough to make it last month and the cultivation work, but most importantly, this wine tastes absolutely wonderful. Taste one or two together, Taoists.” The fat old man rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

The bitterness of this moment is as if it were a hospitable old farmer, there is no such thing as a lord of a pavilion.

“Jin Longjin? Poor monks have heard of this spirit. It is said to be made from several strange fruits that have long been extinct in the human world, and this wine is said to be incredibly aromatic and far from being comparable today. Hey, Daoist, don't be weird. Though wearing a Buddha's Gate, the old man still has some difficulty with what's in this cup. At that time, Taoist friends used dozens of altars of ancient spirits to entice the old monk to become the elder of the guest king. But, Han Daoyou, don't treat the old lady like a monk. The rest of the commandments are still to be followed by the poor monks.” As soon as Yuan Zhi heard this, he saw Han Liwang's gaze a little stunned. Then, half joking, he said that there was a great deal of goodwill in the tone!

Han Li heard a move in his heart, but people laughed without saying anything.

The group walked into the hall again...

(This was yesterday's second best! Sorry, we had a sudden high fever last night. After taking the medicine, it was better. Now we finally have this chapter. Don't worry, today's chapter will still be guaranteed, it won't change!) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)